This was written two years after I saw the wreckage of Josh's car. Winter lingers, but I wait for spring's rebirth. #losses #faith #hope

Grief is a journey. My faith in Jesus has been my anchor, my strength, and my only way through.

Marcy stood at the crossroads, the path ahead shrouded in darkness. The whispers of despair echoed in her ears, tempting her to surrender.

A week ago was Thanksgiving. I didn't know how I would get through the first holiday of this season... but, I made it! I am making it...

There's a great divide between us now. One unexpected. Un-imagined. Undesired. Where I am you no longer are. Where you are I long to be.

"The End is Near..." I heard moments before closing his casket. This brought me comfort, peace and hope. And with that, I closed the casket.

The day after was Mother's Day. A day I will never forget. The day my son, Josh, left home. He left in the early morning hours. I wasn't...